summary: you're shamelessly flirting with your dad's new coworker, Beau Arlen—a man twice your size who insists you're too young for him.
୨ৎ beau arlen x female!reader ୨ৎ
genre: dad's best friend, age gap romance, smut
content warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s. beau is in his 40s), older man/younger woman, unprotected sex, dry humping, fingering, oral sex (f&m receiving), nipple play, p in v, mirror sex, creampie, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, size difference, hair pulling
notes: this is my first fanfic.. kinda nervous. i hope you all enjoy my first work ♡
It’s been a month since your dad introduced you to his new coworker, Beau Arlen.
Since then, he’s been stopping by often—usually after work—to discuss paperwork with your dad and then hang out in the backyard, enjoying a few glasses of beer after dinner until midnight.
Beau is taller, bigger, and stronger than you. It’s hard for you not to notice how his biceps practically burst through the fabric each time he wears a shirt.
Your dad often asks for his help to fix things around the house or move heavy items to the shed, and every time he does, you notice a short, heavy sound—like a groan—as he exerts himself, which makes you wonder how he’d sound like when you clench your pussy walls around his cock.
From the way he talks, you know he’s the kind of guy who’ll talk you through it.
You rarely spend time with your dad, but tonight he’s going to the bar with Beau, and for some reason, you’re insisting on tagging along. “I’m coming,” you say in your usual cheerful tone.
Your dad blinks. “You? Since when do you want to spend your Friday night with two men in their forties?”
Your dad looks at you suspiciously. “No way.”
Before you even have a chance to open your mouth, Beau approaches you and your dad with a chuckle. “Come on,” he says. “She’s an adult. Besides, she’ll be with us.”
Your dad sighs dramatically. “You two are ganging up on me.”
You give Beau a mischievous wink, which makes him smile —and that really turns you on.
At the bar, your dad won’t let you order any alcoholic drinks because he doesn’t want to have to deal with you if you get drunk. "I'm not dealing with you drunk," he mutters.
After a few moments, your dad's phone is ringing, and he excused himself to answer it, so you're left alone with Beau.
Beau slides his glass toward you. “Wanna try it? I won’t say a word to your dad, promise.”
A mischievous grin spreads across your face again as you casually reach for the drink and say, “As you should.”
You take a sip before handing the glass back. “Not bad."
He chuckles at your reaction. “Told ya.”
You clear your throat before saying, “You know what, I guess I have to admit that you’re actually pretty attractive when I look at you up close like…” You scoot a little closer, placing your cheek on your palm to take a better look at his face. “This.”
A spontaneous chuckle escapes him as he shrugs it off. “That's the drink talking.”
You chuckle softly. “It was only a sip. That’s not enough to get me drunk.”
He takes a moment to study your face before leaning in close enough to your ear. “You’re too young for me.”
Your lips curve into a smirk before you lean in closer to his ear. “We both know I’m old enough.”
He chuckles softly before poking the tip of your nose with his finger. “Old enough for what?”
"To know exactly what I'm doing," you say as you’re making a wide, innocent, and pleading facial expression.
He laughs as if he’s just heard something really funny, then shakes his head. “That’s exactly what someone your age would say.”
You start to lose your patience because he keeps teasing you and isn’t taking you seriously at all. You furrow your brow, trying to look serious. "I'm being serious."
A cheeky grin spreads on his lips as he finds it utterly hilarious. “Well then, we can be friends.”
You give him an annoyed look. “You know damn well that’s not what I mean.”
His grin turns into a smug one as he rests his elbow on the table. “Then what? You want my picture in your wallet?
You shoot him an unimpressed look.
"Or maybe you want one of my shirts so you can pretend I’m around"
"Come on, sweetheart. Tell me," he stops talking, but those beautiful eyes are still fixed on you. He leans in to gently lift your chin, waiting to hear what you’re about to say. “Hm?”
You can’t tolerate it anymore, so you swat his hand away from your chin and walk away.
“Woah, that hurts,” he says as he feigns a hurt tone playfully.
Your father comes back from outside after answering the phone. “Beau, there’s something I need to take care of. Can you take my daughter home?”
“Hm… maybe,” Beau says casually with a smirk, glancing at you as you flirt with a handsome young guy your age. You look like you’re laughing at something the guy says.
Your father rolls his eyes as if he isn’t surprised at all. “I can’t believe she’s my daughter.”
Beau reassures him. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. I’ll make sure she gets home.”
Just then, your father suddenly remembers something. “Ah, I forgot—I have a feeling this is going to take all night, so I might not be able to come home tonight, and there’s no way I can leave her alone at home. Um, just take her to my sister’s house. Ask her for directions, and she’ll lead you there.”
“Come on, buddy. You’re overprotective. But fine, fine. I’ll take her there,” Beau sighs.
After your dad leave the bar, Beau is still watching you flirt with that guy. Even though he knows you’re only doing this to make him jealous—since he just indirectly rejects you—for some reason, it really gets under his skin so much that he feels like he's about to explode.
While holding back his anger, he walks over to you and puts his hand on your waist right in the middle of your playful banter with the guy you’re flirting.
“There you are, sweetheart,” he says casually while handing you the drink you'd been sipping earlier before leaning down to kiss your cheek.
You’re confused and give him a “what the hell is this?” look—you’re annoyed, but you try hard not to let it show too much because it would be embarrassing to act like that in front of the guy.
“Where have you been, sweetheart? I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he says in a dramatic tone.
“I’ve been right here the whole time,” you respond in a sharp tone, trying to hide your embarrassment.
The guy takes the hint and says, "It's been nice talking to you. But I'm sorry, I have to go."
You give him a sweet smile—which is in stark contrast to the way you respond to Beau—and say, "Nice talking to you, too. Bye."
Beau gives the guy a fake wide smile, then grabs your hand and leads you to the back of the bar.
You pull his hand away from your arm. You roll your eyes at him. “What’s the matter now? Aren’t I too young for you? Or are you jealous about the fact that I flirt with a guy who’s interested in me? I gave you a chance, but you turned me down. Make up your mind, you—”
Before you can finish your sentence, he presses his lips against yours to silence you.
The rough scrape of his neatly trimmed beard brushes against your skin as you caught up in the moment and going with the flow.
The two of you kiss until you're both out of breath, then break the kiss to catch your breath for a moment—but before long, he kisses you again, this time sliding his tongue into your mouth, searching for yours to suck on.
You both feel your tongues dancing together inside each other’s mouths, making you both experience a filthy kind of pleasure. But before things go any further, He gently nibbles your lower lip, then pulls his lips away from yours. He presses his forehead against yours and says, “Be my baby.”
The world feels like it has stopped the moment he says it, and now you're on his bed with him unbuckling his belt. He takes off his pants and crawls on top of you to leave a few marks around your neck.
You can smell his cologne while his beard tickles the skin on your neck, making you incredibly aroused. You reached out toward his face to kiss his lips while slowly unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off his body, and then tossing it aside.
With your body, which is much smaller and weaker than his, you have a hard time turning him over so you’re on top of him. He grins when he realizes what you're trying to do, then helps you sit on his lap.
“Good girl.” He leans back against the headboard, your body shifting with him. You take off your top while he helps unzip your jeans and slides them off your legs. Now the two of you are wearing nothing but your underwear, and you start grinding your pussy against his lap, right on top of his hard cock.
He lets out a frustrated, lust-filled groan the moment he feels you grinding against him. He wraps his arms around you as your dry grinding slowly grows wetter. The two of you are resting your chins on each other’s shoulders while hugging; his hand is groping your back, searching for your bra clasp, then unhooking it and tossing it aside.
He grabs your breasts roughly, making you feel things you never imagined you’d enjoy. He pinches your nipples while you continue grinding on him. A moan escapes your sweet lips as you feel the warmth of his tongue around your nipple, gently sucking and circling it. The stimulation from his mouth and your wetness grinding against his hard erection cock feels overwhelming as you throw your head back.
He flips you onto his bed, pulls down your panties and then his own, then presses his hard cock against your wet clit and brutally devours your lips until you’re left with no room in your mouth to let out a moan.
He breaks the kiss to gaze deeply into your eyes so you can moan uncontrollably from the sensation of his hard cock rubbing against your clitoris, “Sweetheart, I’m just rubbing it against your clitoris—I haven’t even put my cock in yet.”
He's rubbing your pussy lips with his fingers before he kisses your lips briefly, then you feel the tickle of his lips and beard behind your ear, slowly moving down your neck, trailing all the way to your collarbone. The warmth of his tongue on your nipple—which he licks and sucks—transfers that sensation to your other nipple before he runs his tongue down to your stomach. He kisses your stomach, then slowly moves down toward your clitoris. You can’t do anything but prepare yourself for the wild stimulation he’s about to give you next.
"Beau..." this slips out of your mouth without you realizing it.
He strokes your clit with his index and middle fingers while spreading your pussy lips with his other hand, then slides the finger he’d been using to stroke your clit into your pussy, which is already soaking wet. You start to moan louder as his fingers begin to stimulate deep inside your pussy, searching for your pleasure spot. While fingering you, he leans in to suck on your clit and occasionally swirls his tongue around it.
An incredibly intense moan of pleasure escapes your lips loudly. You let him devour your pussy—the same pussy you touch every night before bed while fantasizing about him doing it to you.
He pulls his mouth away from your pussy to say, “You taste so good, sweetheart. Do I make you feel good?”
You look up at him with your disheveled face—which drives him wild, as if you’re resigned to whatever he wants to do to you—while murmuring, “Yes, Daddy.”
The second those words come out of your sweet little mouth, he crawls over to grab your hair harshly, whispering, “Oh, you dirty little slut, calling me ‘daddy’ like that. Now get up.” He roughly releases his grip on your hair.
Beau leans back against the headboard as you position yourself between his legs and lazily snuggle your face against his big, hard, veiny cock, making him groan in frustration, filled with lust.
“I don’t know how to do it properly,” you say in a fake innocent tone just to tease him as you look up at him.
Beau, who’s already beyond aroused, is truly desperate to have his cock sucked by your sweet mouth. “Just put it in your mouth. “I’m sure you’ll do it r—”
You, who’ve been dying to suck his cock ever since you first met him, immediately take his cock into your mouth before he can finish his sentence.
You take his entire cock into your mouth, then let him feel the warmth of your mouth while you gaze up at his face from below as he’s enjoying being pleasured by you. This is the face you’ve always wanted to see—the one you’ve always imagined every time you play with your pussy using your fingers at night.
You pull his hard, wet cock out of your mouth to catch your breath before licking his veiny shaft while rubbing his tip with your thumb, making him arch his back on the bed.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You really think you can’t do this properly?” he said, his voice laced with arousal.
You don’t respond verbally, but you suck on the head of his cock and dance your tongue over the tip inside your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens as he groans loudly. You continue to suck his cock even deeper as his grip on your hair grows too tight—it hurts you, but for some reason, you like the pain. You occasionally licking his shaft with your tongue inside your mouth.
You pull his cock out of your mouth again, but this time you squeeze your tits before clamping his cock between them, then spit so that your saliva lands on the tip of his cock.
Beau moans with pleasure as he feels his cock squeezed by your breasts and the warmth of your saliva on the tip of his cock, “I’m going to spray my cum all over your pretty face, doll. You’re such a naughty little slut.”
Hearing him praise you and degrade you at the same time turns you on even more.
As you rub his cock between your breasts, he plays with both your nipples with his fingers, causing both of you to moan in unison while gazing into each other’s eyes.
Unable to hold back any longer, you jump onto his lap and force his cock against your pussy lips until it slides inside you. You're moaning with pleasure as you finally feel the cock you've been wanting to feel inside your pussy. Beau tilts his head back, lost in thought, as he savors the pleasure of your tight, wet pussy sucking his cock.
You ride his cock brutally—you can even feel the veins of his cock inside your pussy at this point. You let out a cry of pleasure, “Daddy, please… I—I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Nuh-uh. Don’t cum yet, baby. Feel my cock. You’re the one who’s kept it hard all night.” He groans as he feels the walls of your pussy squeeze his cock inside you.
“Damn, your pussy is sucking my cock like you’ve been imagining it for a long time. Is that true, sweetheart?” He says as you thrust his cock deeper into your pussy while riding him.
You stare down at him, looking more disheveled while feeling his hard, thick, veiny cock inside you, “Yes, yes, it’s true, daddy.”
“You’re being such a good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?” The moment those words escape his mouth, your pussy clenches harder around him, making him arch his back again—which causes him to slam your body down beneath him instantly to thrust deeper into your pussy until you’re crying and moaning helplessly.
He moves you into the doggy style position and deliberately positions you facing the mirror so you can see your face while he’s ruining you. “You should watch your stupidly pretty face while I’m fucking your pussy from behind, doll.”
You can’t stop staring at your face in the mirror—how pretty you look while he’s inside you, how attractive it is to see him looking disheveled and aroused as well as he feels the tightness of your pussy while tugging at your hair like you’re a horse he’s riding.
You enjoy the pleasurable sensation of being so small around him because he’s so much bigger and stronger than you; then you feel his two massive biceps wrapping around your neck from behind as he slowly lowers his body on top of you and positions both of you face-down, but still making sure you’re not crushed by his body.
In this position, you can feel his cock going even deeper inside you—it feels warmer, especially with his massive biceps wrapped around you like this. You really can’t take his cock anymore, but that just makes Beau thrust it in and out of your pussy even more.
He’s whispering softly in your ear, panting, “Baby, I’m close.” Hearing his sexy voice like that makes your moans even more uncontrollable. He slips his fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans.
You start to hear his moans getting louder as his cock thrusts harder and harder into your pussy until it finally hits your G-spot, making your heart race wildly, tears stream down from your eyes, your face flush, your nipples harden, and you feel involuntary muscle contractions in various parts of your body as you orgasm—then you feel the surge of pleasure as his warm cum fills your pussy. The walls of your pussy contract, squeezing his cock while his semen continues to gush inside you.
He’s finally taken his fingers out of your mouth, so you can let out a moan even though you can’t moan anymore. He leans his face close to your ear—still from behind—and says, “I love you.”
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